I admittedly am a weak person. Or that's what I tell myself when my myriad blessings aren't enough to lift me out of my fathomless depression.
Life is nothing but work. I have three small children & a husband I only tolerate. I am in college, work part time, and am so profoundly, overwhelmingly, constantly tired and depressed that I have to wonder, is this all there is?
The work never ends. Seven days a week. There is very little, if any, fun. I used to be cool, now I am but a shell of my former self. Everyone else's needs must come before mine.
Really, is this all there is? If this is what I'm looking back on in 20/30/40 years, I'm gonna be mighty sad... | |
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